what happens
when crows
are no longer
able to carry
the weight
of a human
soul — to the land
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| black crows |
of the dead?
when the burden
of a human life-force
echos with it painful
trials which obtained
a not so vibrant
end — what happens
to the rest of the human
souls — do they eternally
haunt the earth
with their penance
chains?
one might
contemplate a wayward
soul to be wispy
delicate –like that of a slightly
curved plume
that is only the case
with pure essences
— raw one\’s house
a plumage
with shards
that point in the opposite
direction
not all are meant
to just follow
along…
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